Chapter 18
In the past, Su Zheye had no appetite after a hangover and could only drink some porridge at night.
But today, for some reason, when Gu Yuan placed the bowl of carefully cooked chicken noodle soup on the table, Su Zheye's nose twitched and he suddenly felt hungry.
He picked up a scallion on the soup with the tip of his chopsticks, raised his eyes, and smiled at Gu Yuan: "Thank you, Chief Gu, I like it very much."
Gu Yuan paused.
When the boy in front of me said this, his expression was sincere and gentle, with a hint of joy in his eyes.
It was as if the frivolous and provocative him this morning had been possessed by another spirit.
Gu Yuan pursed his lips.
Maybe... he was really drunk?
Although he had always felt that Su Zheye was unpredictable, he had already been disrespected once during the tryout because of his appearance and sexual orientation. Now...
never mind.
It wasn’t a big deal in the morning, and we will still play games together in the future.
You might as well trust him again.
"Um."
Gu Yuan placed the sea salt next to Su Zheye's hand and said, "You can adjust the saltiness according to your taste. I'm going to the training room now."
Su Zheye narrowed his eyes: "Okay."
After watching Gu Yuan's figure disappear at the other end of the corridor, he scooped a spoonful of chicken soup into his mouth.
The fresh and delicious fragrance instantly explodes on the taste buds, and the warm temperature flows down the throat into the stomach, and the last 20% to 30% of discomfort brought by the hangover completely disappears.
The chicken was soft and tasty, and the soup was greasy at all, which must have been carefully skimmed by Gu Yuan.
The clear smile in Su Zheye's eyes gradually faded and was replaced by amusement.
The chicken soup in the casserole had obviously been cooked long before I woke up, before I could make up an excuse for my morning dalliance.
Gu Yuan doesn't mind?
No, he definitely minded, but probably his inner kindness and sense of responsibility towards his teammates prevailed.
This person...
The moral standards are ridiculously high.
It was just a hangover that had nothing to do with him, but he was taken care of like this.
What if... he fucks me so hard that I can’t get out of bed?
Given Commander Gu's moral character, how far can he go?
Su Zheye suddenly felt a little excited.
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After dinner, Su Zheye washed the dishes and walked into the training room.
Although there are still more than two months before the start of the competition, professional players are accustomed to playing games frequently to maintain their touch.
There was nothing else to do, so Su Zheye and Gu Yuan played in a duo for the entire afternoon.
Su Zheye seemed to be addicted to the chicken soup cooked by Gu Yuan, and had another bowl of it for dinner.
DPL's vacation started last night, and there are not many people left in the base now.
Huang Heran and the coaching team left this morning, while Lu Yang and Jiang Yiwen left in the afternoon.
At the dinner table, after Gu Yuan asked Sui Ran what time her flight was tomorrow, Su Zheye suddenly realized something and raised his head from the chicken soup: "Then when are you leaving, Chief Gu?"
Gu Yuan looked over.
Originally, he was planning to ask Su Zheye if he wanted to eat chicken noodle soup in the evening, but before he could ask, the latter turned on the fire and heated up the casserole.
Perhaps because he was afraid that it would affect his soup drinking, the boy took out a rubber band from somewhere and simply tied his smooth long hair behind his head.
It makes the little face look more delicate and charming.
——Like a greedy little fox.
Gu Yuan was silent for two seconds, then said, "I'm not leaving."
Su Zheye was stunned: "Ah?"
"My parents are traveling, and there's no difference between being home and being on base."
Su Zheye seemed a little puzzled: "Then you won't travel with them?"
Gu Yuan: "Not interested. Besides, the internet speed is not good at most tourist attractions."
Su Zheye couldn't help but laughed.
He is truly an old cadre and is not even interested in traveling.
Besides, who told you to carry heavy peripherals to play games when you go on vacation?
Sui Ran who was standing by suddenly said "Ah..." with regret.
Then he turned to Su Zheye: "Then Night, do you know any good places nearby to relax?"
Su Zheye was stunned for a second and thought: "Suzhou and Hangzhou are both good. I like Suzhou gardens and West Lake. Oh yes, Wuzhen Xitang is also beautiful."
"But isn't Shi Xing from Zhejiang? He should have been there."
Sui Ran asked again: "Do you have any other recommendations?"
Gu Yuan suddenly asked, "Do you want to accompany Shi Xing?"
Sui Ran paused for a moment, then said, "Yes."
"Then go somewhere farther away."
Gu Yuan said calmly: "Xie Shaochuan has accompanied him to all these places nearby."
Sui Ran touched his nose: "Okay, thank you, Captain."
Xie Shaochuan?
This name sounds familiar.
Su Zheye remembered that he was the former top laner of SEA.
It’s the one before the dyeing.
He and Shen Shixing...
"It's okay to tell you."
Gu Yuan looked at Su Zheye who was thoughtful: "They were lovers before, but Xie Shaochuan died in a car accident two months ago."
Su Zheye was stunned.
In his peripheral vision, Sui Ran’s expression froze for a moment.
But Su Zheye's mind was filled with the haggard and pale appearance of Shen Shixing that he saw yesterday. After a long while, he sighed: "I'm sorry to hear this."
Gu Yuan continued, "Shi Xing said not to tell fans about Xie Shaochuan's death, so we announced to the public that he went abroad to study."
Su Zheye: "Understood."
The dinner table fell into silence again.
After a while, Sui Ran spoke again: "Captain, can I take a leave tonight? I will go find Shi Xing."
Gu Yuan: "Okay."
"Thank you."
So after finishing their meal and clearing away the dishes, Su Zheye and Gu Yuan were the only ones left in the base.
After pouring the remaining half of the chicken soup into a fresh-keeping bowl and putting it in the refrigerator, Gu Yuan also made a cup of honey water.
Walking out of the kitchen, he saw Su Zheye sitting at the table playing with his cell phone.
Gu Yuan put the honey water next to him and suddenly thought of something: "The Snow Girl has shaved again, did you see it?"
“Yes.”
Su Zheye's expression was nonchalant: "I won't play in the competition anyway, so let him cut me down."
Gu Yuan was silent for two seconds and then said "hmm".
Su Zheye suddenly raised his head: "Commander Gu."
Gu Yuan looked over.
The light from the screen projected into the boy's light-colored eyes, like a bright galaxy surging.
There was a faint smile on his lips: "Don't you want me to go drink?"
Gu Yuan said calmly: "What do you think?"
Su Zheye propped up his face and said, "But I'm so bored, can you find something for me to do?"
Gu Yuan’s expression paused.
Su Zheye suddenly straightened up, the starlight in his eyes brighter: "Can you teach me calligraphy? I learned it when I was a child, but I threw it away later."
Gu Yuan was stunned.
He thought Su Zheye would make some strange requests, but who knew it was to practice calligraphy.
And Su Zheye had actually practiced it before.
This is not a difficult task.
Gu Yuan responded: "Okay."
SEA's base is indeed very large, and one of the empty rooms on the first floor was given to Gu Yuan as a study.
Su Zheye felt that only someone like Gu Yuan could set up a study room in an e-sports club where the literary literacy was generally low.
As you walk in, the scent of books hits you.
The layout is very simple. On one side is a mahogany bookshelf with various books neatly displayed on it, and the large partition in the middle is stacked with folded rice paper.
In the middle of the study is a very high table, covered with a large woolen painting felt, and the four treasures of the study are placed in front.
Unlike other calligraphers who like to hang up their own calligraphy works, the walls of Gu Yuan's study are empty.
This made Su Zheye even more curious about Gu Yuan's calligraphy.
"I have never taught anyone to write, so I don't know how far you have learned."
Gu Yuan pulled out a piece of rice paper and spread it flat on the felt: "Do you want me to write and correct you, or do I write and you copy?"
Su Zheye smiled: "I want to watch Chief Gu write first."
Gu Yuan: "Okay."
He poured some ink into the inkstone, dipped the brush into the water tank beside him to moisten it thoroughly, and then put the brush head with water into the inkstone, simply diluting the ink while allowing the ink to cover the brush head.
Gu Yuan scraped off the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone, smoothed the rice paper with his left hand, pressed a ruler on the top, and picked up the brush. *
The bright moon rises over Tianshan Mountain, among the vast sea of clouds.
The long wind blows for thousands of miles, passing through Yumen Pass.
The Han army marched down the Baideng Road, and the Hu people peeped into the Qinghai Bay.
It is Li Bai's "Guanshan Moon".
His handwriting is indeed just like him.
It is vigorous, elegant and natural.
Every stroke of the pen reveals a distinguished and heroic character.
This beautiful handwriting, coupled with the man's cold and handsome face.
——Gu Yuan himself didn’t realize how lethal he was in this situation.
Su Zheye licked his lips slightly with the tip of his tongue.
He took a step closer to Gu Yuan and said softly, "Commander Gu, can you hold my hand and teach me how to write?"
Gu Yuan was startled and looked up.
Su Zheye blinked slowly, with a hint of longing and anticipation in his eyes.
Even the smile on his lips disappeared, his expression became extremely serious, it seemed that he really just wanted to practice calligraphy.
Gu Yuan was silent for two seconds and said, "Okay."
So Su Zheye stood in front of him.
After dinner, Su Zheye took off the rubber band. At this moment, her long hair fell smoothly behind her head, and her delicate little face showed a bit of tranquility.
The two were very close to each other, and the cool scent of perfume was strong enough to make Gu Yuan feel it.
He handed the pen to Su Zheye and then wrapped the boy's right hand.
It seemed that no matter what time it was, Su Zheye's body temperature was not high.
Although not as hot as the ice cubes before, it is not very hot either.
Gu Yuan suddenly realized that all his senses, from vision to smell to touch, were about to be occupied by Su Zheye.
The posture of the two at this moment was as if Su Zheye was nestling in his arms.
"!"
Gu Yuan quickly drove this thought out of his mind.
After calming his mind, he took Su Zheye's hand and slowly wrote the rest of the poem.
No one has ever returned from a battlefield.
The soldiers look at the border and their faces are filled with sorrow as they think of returning home.
On this night in the tall building, I should not let my sighs go unnoticed.
Even if he was holding his own hand, the horizontal and vertical lines were still straight and strong, and each word was unrestrained, like floating clouds and startling dragons.
Su Zheye's gaze gradually moved from the rice paper to Gu Yuan's right hand.
This hand, with distinct joints, is cold, white and slender. It is invincible when dancing on the keyboard, but its strokes are as sharp as iron and as graceful as clouds.
Has Gu Yuan used it for other things?
If so, what would his expression be like then?
If not, it would be a waste of resources.
If not...
I don't mind teaching him.
Teach him to relieve, or teach him to explore.
After writing a piece of paper, Su Zheye suddenly said, "Teacher Gu, I want to learn to write another poem by Li Bai."
Teacher Gu.
This new name surprised Gu Yuan.
He walked over, changed a piece of rice paper, and asked, "Which one?"
"Whose jade flute is playing in the dark..."
Spread into the spring breeze all over Luo City.
This night, I hear the song of breaking willows,
Who doesn’t feel nostalgic for his hometown?
However, as soon as the first horizontal stroke of the word "gu" was written, Su Zheye, who had been obediently following Gu Yuan in writing calligraphy, suddenly exerted force with his hands and took control.
Gu Yuan didn't react for a moment and just let Su Zheye continue writing.
After a moment, Su Zheye withdrew his hand and turned around.
The two were originally very close to each other, and now as they faced each other, Gu Yuan could even see his own reflection in Su Zheye's eyes.
In just this split second, the seriousness and clarity in the boy's eyes were no longer there, but were filled with endless tenderness and charm.
Gu Yuan's heart skipped a beat and he had a vague premonition.
He was about to move away from Su Zheye when the latter put a hand on his shoulder.
"Teacher Gu."
Su Zheye raised the corner of his lips: "Do you think our parents will know each other?"
Gu Yuan kept holding the pen, his body slightly stiff: "What?"
"Tonight, when I hear the song of willow-breaking, who can resist the memory of his hometown?"
Su Zheye's voice was lazy and long, and he slowly recited the last two lines of the poem.
"Look, we have a couple name."
Looking through the boy's shoulder, Gu Yuan was surprised to find that Su Zheye had written the word "hometown" as "Gu Yuan".
His eyes widened.
A drop of ink fell from the tip of the wolf-hair brush, silently leaving a small stain on the white rice paper.
Su Zheye stood on tiptoe and kissed the tip of Gu Yuan's ear.
The voice was ambiguous: "Or maybe, we were lovers in our previous life?"
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